So I’ve been accumulating an assortment of my own… some for free, some cost a buck or two. And I’m doing pretty good remembering to bring them along. Sometimes I put them in the car, but forget to bring them into the store… which is even more irritating.

Apparently other folks have the same problem. I’ve seen a package of pork chops stuffed into a jacket pocket… and a loaf of bread snuggled into a baby carrier… with the baby. You got to do what you got to do.

This morning I remembered to put my bags into the car… AND… bring them into the store. It was a good day.

A young man walked in, just as I headed out with my cornucopia of loaded bags. He looked much like any one of my four sons…

…strong, hardworking, manly.

Dressed in work books, blue jeans and a Carhart-style jacket… a lovely, lavender floral print shopping bag swung from his right hand.

I stared at him.

I could not help it.

And when he saw me he did the predictable guy thing… crumpled the bag into a ball and stuffed it under his arm.

I felt kind of bad for him. But it got me thinking… maybe there’s a market for man shopping bags! Brown or black canvas… perhaps a nice stripe or a muted plaid. OK, that might be too much. But I could be on to something.

Manly Man Shopping Bags

Seriously, can you see any of the four above carrying a lavender, floral print?

Maybe I should break out the sewing machine.

Because BYOB will eventually be in your town. And our menfolk deserve better.

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2 thoughts on “BYOB’s New Meaning”

I love this – and so true! Hadn’t really thought about it, but it is funny. Have you seen the idea of cutting old t-shirts to make shopping bags? If you want, I could find the pattern, think it was Martha Stewart…that I could envision. Guy-ish shopping bags with smart quotes emblazoned on them. That would fit the picture. Love the visuals you created here.